Zombie Patrick Hockstetter Novels & Stories

“What do you have for us today, Zack?” Zack smiled, revealing his straight white teeth. “This is Cody Wilks. He’s the coroner from Wolf’s Hospital on Main Street Downtown.” Cody nodded, looking nervous. His gaze bounced around the room and never landed on me. “After learning about this rare wolfsbane and Kael trying to take over the mines. I started to think maybe his grasp for power started sooner than we think. So, I did some digging around.” Zack walked past Clare to the window.

"I'm perfectly calm. I'm telling you the truth. These people aren't human. They transform into…" "Dad, stop." I walked down the steps. "Please.” "Alicia, I saw your mother change. I watched her turn into a wolf in front of me. I know this sounds insane but it's real. It's all real." He looked at the officers desperately. "You have to believe me." The older officer's expression had shifted to concern. "Mr. Hart, when's the last time you slept?" "That's not… I'm not having a breakdown!" "Nobody said you were. But you've been under a lot of stress. International travel, family issues." He spoke like he was talking to a child. "Why don't we get you somewhere you can rest?"

The one he would die for. I sat there. Silent. Processing. Sara watched me. Waiting for my reaction. I didn't give her one. Not yet. Not here. But inside, something dark was waking up. Ella Blackwood. The mate. She has no idea what's coming for her.

"Cohabit? With those monsters? You must be joking. They are not like us, Patrick. They don't care about anything but their own survival. They kill, they rape, they torture. And you want to share this world with them?" He looked at Patrick with a mix of pity and disgust. He was a good actor, and he played it well. “Listen, I just don’t care too much about it. I’m not a hero who is going to save the world. I’m far from it. When I get the money, I’m done. You remember it, Stacy. We have a deal.” “For sure, Patrick. For sure,” Stacy nodded calmly. “Just the circumstances have changed and since we had to take advantage of the last resort, which is this place, there is one more thing you need to d

Things were far too intense as it was without that. Max and I spent a good deal of time discussing Peter and my idea of how to deal with the zombies. At first, he was resistant because it required I go out into the field with Peter and assist in their destruction and he was worried for my safety. When I reminded him of how I’d managed to take Jacob down and handcuff him while Max lay unconscious and admitted to having been administered an antidote that Peter brought from Africa that would protect me from getting infected, he relaxed and actually agreed that it would strengthen our team to have me play an active role.

Staying here and strolling around doesn’t make the pain of my mother’s and Quinn’s death disappear. We were interrupted by the cook who is now holding two plates of steak, one raw and one that is cooked and has potatoes on the side. It was followed by another man in an apron holding two bamboo cups and pitchers. “They do not treat me as a threat,” I muttered. “What?” “I think I know what you’re trying to say.” Alarick put his steak down and is preparing to hear what I am about to say. “No one thinks of me as an enemy,” I said in a lower voice.

When Huck realizes she isn’t going to come clean he winks at her and exits the plane. Huck shows his credentials and meets the baggage handlers plane side. “Huck” Sawyer meets him as the remains are being off loaded. “I can see Brad Pitt,” Huck shakes his hand. “I can see Tom Holland,” Sawyer smirks but his expression turns serious when mental casket rolls past him. “Detective I need you to sign here,” The medical examiner’s assistant hands Huck the clipboard.

" At the same time, on the other side of the city. In a dark, damp basement, the air reeked of mold and human waste. An old television was playing the award ceremony. Vivian Harkins was curled up on a broken sofa. Her hair had turned completely white. She was not even thirty, yet she looked like a woman in her forties. Her fingers were rough and covered with wounds that cut deep to the bone, left from carrying bricks at construction sites. "Heh heh... red clothes... pretty..." On the floor beside her, Landon Hutchinson grabbed a dead cockroach and stuffed it into his mouth, drooling as he giggled. His intelligence would forever remain at the level of a three-year-old, and his body gave off a

I get out of the car as Zach starts to climb down from the porch with the other male beside him. "Kerris, welcome.” The way he says my name in front of the two werewolves causes a pleasant flutter in my gut. "Thank you, your majesty." "You can call me Zach in front of these guys. I'd like you meet my doctor, Henry Colton." The man steps forward, holding out his hand. "I've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet." "Nice to meet you, too, doctor Colton." "So I heard you nearly died of starvation," Zach says as he rubs the back of his neck casually.

A bottle of alcohol was held in his hands ,his footsteps staggering and body swaying. Who is he? Wait a second. He looks familiar. Oh my god! He is the Hunters heir. He is Hades Balthazar! What has he done to himself. Hades eyes meet Rose's anxious ones through the veil as he steps closer. " I Hades Balthazar.... object to this marriage." The speaker lowers his spectacles to look at Hades in confusion. " Object? May we know your reasons?" Rose begs Hades with her eyes , shaking her head in a no, asking him not to interfere. But Hades was not backing down. It's now or never. Lifting his head, he makes those blue-red eyes visible to be visible to the crowd. To declare in determination